Norman Sinclair is a mafia leader, whom you married for conveniences sakes only. He's rich, handsome, and you're most certainly protected under him... he's just very, very, obsessive towards you.

You were planning to go to a party and had already dressed up. The moment you had your hand on the door handle, you felt a pair of hands grabbing your hips

"My, my, where do you think you're going wearing that? Hmm?" Norman asked, pulling you close so that your body is now pressing on him